Mavis.

I was laying on my stomach reading a magazine about baseball. I've had enough reading my old collection so I bought one ealier this day at a place called Vincent's Drug store. It's just full of informations about famous players around the world, like Babe Ruth, Willie Mays or Barry Bonds and stuff. I was really looking for tips and advices, but this will do.

I heard footsteps coming from the hallway and a few knocks on Scotty's door. Must be Mary. My dad was too busy to even check up on me and Scotty. I kinda find it irritating that he got his nose stuck on his paper work almost everyday. Does he even find time for Mary?

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Hi hun -OW!"

"Oh I'm sorry mom! It was an accident."

I stiffle a laugh, putting my book down. Scotty must be playing with his toys again. I guessing it was that catapult this time? I jump off the bed and tiptoed my way onto Scotty's room. A little eavesdropping won't hurt nobody.

I'm glad Mary didn't close the door. I could hear their conversation loud and clear, so I just hid behind his wall. I know this is quite childish and wrong but eh, this is only once.

"Scotty. Have you made any friends yet?"

"No." he replied, his voice dripping with disappointment.

Mary sighed, "Why not?"

"Cau - Cause I'm still new."

I rolled my eyes at his reason. Mary seemed to agree with me too.

"I don't want you sitting around here all summer, fiddeling with this stuff like the one you did last summer, and the one before." Mary said, "I know you're smart, and I'm proud of you-"

I smiled at that.

" -but I want you to get out into the fresh air and make some friends. Run around, scrape your knees, get dirty." I widened my eyes at her words, " -climb trees, hop into fences, get into trouble for crying out loud!"Mary said, "Well not too much, but some."

Wow, Mary is such an awesome mom.I laughed to myself.

It's not bad she was saying this to her son. She just wanted him to make some friends and enjoy life ahead of him. Enjoy his childhood, I mean.

"You have my permission, now how many mother you know who say something like that to their sons?"

Non cool mothers.

"Non mother I guess." Scotty replied with a laugh.

"Honey I want you to make friends this summer, lots of them."

"Yeah I know-" Scotty stopped. "-but I'm not good at anything mom... face it i'm just an egghead!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh honey, you'll always be just an egghead with an attitude like that." That seemed to shut him up.

My eyes widened when I heard Mary's footsteps coming. I jumped a little and hurried my feet back to my room and closed the door quietly.

I thought Mary was gonna talk to him about what happened earlier this day. But then again, Scotty wouldn't have told her. Only I knew what happened... And those jerks at the diamond!

Ugh, I hate them even more than those boys from New York.

Earlier today.

I woke up from Scotty yelling out my name beside my bed. I jumped up, getting a headache from sitting up so fast. "Ugh, Scotty, what do you want?" I yawned.

"C'mon! You gotta come with me!"

"Where? What are we doing?" I rubbed my eyes and hop out of bed, balancing myself a little from getting dizzy.

"Let's just say I'm about to make friends today." He smiled getting comfortable on my bed as I walk away to the bathroom, wait- hold up. Did he just say he was going to make friends today?

Well thats pretty confident of him. I smiled and get ready for the day. 20 minutes past by and I already have my teeth brushed, body showered, and tied hair. All I need to do is throw on a black shirt, jean-shorts, and a black pair of sneakers. I set a blue dodgers cap on top of my long golden hair and went out of the bathroom.

I returned to my room, with Scotty probably already eating breakfast downstairs. I put on my red flannel shirt living it unbuttoned and checked myself on my mirror. I wink at my reflection. Have a great day ahead, hottie!I smiled at my inside joke.

I seem to look ready, so I just ran downstairs to eat breakfast with Scotty.

I found him eating a bowl of cereal at the counter with my dad beside him, drinking coffee, and of course, reading his paper works, while Mary was cooking bacon and eggs.

I ruffled Scott's hair as I walk past by him and get the plate of heavenly food Mary was handing to me. "So where we going again?" I asked, sitting down beside him.

"Well, yesterday after school I followed that kid across the street to a baseball diamond." He caught my attention big time, when he mentioned those two words. "I mean I thought he plays all by himself, but I found out that he plays with 7 more guys... I don't know, they seem really cool. I just wanted to see if... You know..."

I nod my head understanding.

"Well that's good honey, maybe you could play baseball with them." Mary said, joining the conversation. And my dad? I'm quite surprise he even spoke up.

"Mavis, you should join them, go outside. Have fun. At least spend your summer doing what you like."

I smiled at his words. "Yeah... I mean if they'd let me!"

"Well, why wouldn't they let you silly?" Mary smiled. I shrugged, "Boys don't really think girls can play baseball..."

She frowned at that. "Is that true Scotty?"

Scotty shook his head quickly, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Oh no, I mean most guys think that, but I think Mavis can play really good, and Mav's a girl so..."

"Its okay Mary -I mean mom..." I cursed myself mentally. Its the same for Scotty. He calls my dad Bill, then change it to dad, and to Bill again.

Its still awkward for both of us I guess.

"Well we're gonna head to that diamond now, we'll be back before dinner." Scotty says, standing up. I followed his actions and went to the front door as he gets my old baseball mitt and bat from the counter that I gave to him, for his 12th birthday.

We walked outside and I followed Scotty as he ran to wherever diamond he was going. We ran past houses and buildings and finally something caught my eye. "Wait Scotty!" He stopped running and walk back to me. "Let me just buy some stuff, okay? It'll be quick I promise."

I went inside this Vincent's Drug Store and head to the isle of magazines. There I saw the big red letters of BASEBALL written on its cover, underneath it was Babe Ruth posing with a tobacco on his mouth. I've been dying to read a new one since we left New York. So pick it up and head to the counter and payed for it. I went back to Scotty to find him waiting impatiently. Oops.

"Hey c'mon let's go."

Again we ran and ran and ran till we got to this green fence with long vines and leaves covering it. There was an entrance at the corner and you can hear voices from the inside.

I glanced at Scotty, jerking my head towards the opening, signaling him to lead us ahead.

He walked past by me and I simply followed him.

Very quietly and slowly, we walk inside until the whole thing came into my view. Woah! Its not the best place for a baseball diamond. But seriously, Its the coolest place I've ever seen. I don't know why in the world would I think that. It was dirty, dusty and old, but it is cool.

"Scott this is amazing." I whispered to him. There was at least eight boys at the field, and one of them, the batter, was the boy from yesterday. Shit. I try to stop my tummy from churning as I bit my lip nervously.

I shook those feelings away and looked over at Scotty. I saw him facing a tall green fence that was hovering over him. Someone could easily jumped through that fence but it's tall enough to cover whatever its blocking. A house maybe? A junkyard?

"Hey, Scott." I whispered, I still don't want those boys to notice that we're here, "What are you looking at?"

No answer. What the heck is he doing standing there, staring at a freaking fence?

"Scotty..?" I was about to walk over to him until I heard a scream.

"Hey watch out!"

Well that seemed to get his attention... and mine. The next thing I knew, a baseball was soaring through the air towards us. Being a baseball player myself, I could easily catch a throw like that, only it wasn't really aiming at me. But Scotty.

"Scotty get out of th-"

"AAAH!"

I cringed.

Scotty fell backwards like the ball forcefully pushed him to the ground as it made contact with his glove.

I ran over to him quickly but he stood up as soon as I got to him. "I- Its okay! I'll get it!" He shouted to the boys. I sighed and hope something good will come out of this.

I watched as he crawled his way over to the dusty, tangly bushes where the ball went after his fall.

I grow more and more nervous as the players behind all started yelling out for the ball impatiently. There it was! just a single snatch, and the ball is in his hands. But he was hesitating. What's the matter with him?

"Scotty just get the ball." I whispered quietly.

His hands were slowly reaching out for it, and finally he jumped up as quickly as he grabbed the ball and ran next to me looking quite terrified.

"We are waiting!"

I would seriously shove a bat up to this four eyes' arse if he won't stop shouting.

I was getting more and more irritated by the minute and less nervous, all because of their impatient attitude.

But I try to ignore that now. Right there in front me, my brother was trying to take his stance for a good position. And not one bit of it was right.

And I couldn't do anything about it. I know he doesn't want me helping him in front of these guys. That would just embarrased him. And that's the last thing I want for him.

"Throw the ball!"

And he did. And the ground that was tehnically three steps away from him, caught it. I mentally face-palmed as I heard laughing from behind me.

I frowned. Is this what they're good at? Making fun of someones mistake?

The boys were all throwing down their mitts and laugh their butts to the ground, clutching their stomach. Over-reacting much?

My heart broke into pieces as I heard my brother whispered, "... My life's over." Then he ran. "SCOTTY WAIT!" I shouted but he was already gone.

These jerks kept on laughing and laughing like nothing is more funnier than a kid having himself embarrased in front of a crowd.

My anger was rising up. I could literally feel heat coming from my body as I was boiling in anger. Forget that cute boy whose watching me right now, forget these guys who Scotty wanted to make friends with.. forget all of these shit!

I'll show them. I picked up the ball from the ground and did the unthinkable. I threw it with all my strength and might. It went as fast as a lightning, passing through every boy. Right then and there the ball made a loud bang as it hit the wired fence behind the catcher.

Every pair of eyes widen like a saucer, including mine.

It went past the freaking catcher!

Realization finally hit me. Is this why they called me, Bolt back in NY?

Heads were turning slowly towards me, their eyes are almost gonna pop, with their jaws dropped to the ground.

I let out a breath and glared one last time at them. I shook my head. To think that Scotty wanted to be friends with them. I ran outside the diamond and started sprinting back home. I know it was a little bit of overreacting of me, but I was boiling mad. How dare they laugh their ass off for someone's mistake?! Ugh. They disgust me.

One thing kept running around my mind since I left those jerks dumbfounded. Does anger really have to get to me before I realized I could pitch like that?

I shrugged it off and continued running back home.

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IT SUCKS? I know! Im sorry. My grammars and words are annoying and such. Sorry. But pls do review and tell me what you think. Thank you for reading. XOXO